El Medio Litro
Mario Bofill
The Half Liter
How beautiful the guaina came
From Buenos Aires, why would that be?
It even looks whiter
What nice clothes they wear there!
Luckily it's already Sunday
And there at the dance I will find her
Let's see if he still remembers
From the promise at the terminal
It's time for me to look at myself
He has seen everyone but me
Leaving fragrances in their wake
And I'm showing off my calcha'i
I better go to the ranch
Poriahú destination
I drink some good wines
This is how I relieved the pu'a hasy
I was already leaving the track
To be frank, half a kaú
Then he saw my sheath
I scream my name, here you are
She ran, and in her loose hair
My soul came in a swing
And a kiss tempted my fate
While they were playing a chamamé
He told me that he came to see me
Who was getting married on Christmas
Don't entertain any illusions, he told me
Another kiss and I didn't see her again
The morning star was looking at me
Telling me this is me
And I looked at him sideways
Half a litre on the counter
